"What are you doing?" Becky asked, walking into the kitchen. Brian was bent over the sink, heartily scrubbing a carrot with a vegetable brush. Piled on the counter next to him was a large assortment of dripping vegetables that had already been through his meticulous cleansing.
"I’m making the centerpiece for the dinner table tomorrow, remember?"
Of course she remembered. Every year, Brian’s family had a big Thanksgiving celebration, and his mother always insisted on fresh vegetables in the cornucopia. She never understood why plastic vegetables that could be used year after year were not good enough.
"But I thought we were going to spend some quality time together tonight, Brian. We talked about it, remember?"
"We are, baby," said Brian, turning and pulling Becky close to him. His wet hands clung to her cotton blouse as he pressed his palm against her back. He leaned toward her mouth for a kiss, but she pulled back and frowned at him.
"I know how long this takes you," Becky said, "You won’t be done for hours. You’ll play around with those vegetables all night."
"Actually," he said with a wicked smile, "that’s kind of what I had in mind."
Becky looked at his strange expression and tried to figure out what he meant. When he pulled her in again, his mouth moving towards hers, she slowly consented and melted into his kiss. His tongue gently searched for hers and tickled her teeth before he playfully bit at her lips. His hands slid down her back and pressed her ass toward him so she could feel the hardness growing inside his sweatpants.
Like the slow crawl of a spider, Brian slid a hand up inside her skirt as his mouth moved to her neck. He licked and bit her while his hand cupped her breast inside the lacy bra. Becky moaned quietly and closed her eyes as he caressed her. She loved the way he undressed her. Slowly. Deliberately. Building her need until he knew that she was ripe for the harvest, kissing and licking every inch of her body until she stood before him naked-as she was now-wet with desire and hot for his touch.
Brian stood back and looked at Becky standing naked in the bright fluorescent light of the kitchen, admiring her. His gaze wandered over her breasts, her belly, her mound. She felt a stab of heat each time his eyes lingered there.
"You’re gorgeous," he whispered.
He left her standing next to the sink, clothes heaped on the floor, and walked over to the edge of the counter where a large, portable butcher’s block stood against the wall. He rolled it over to the counter and turned it sideways, fitting it into the space between the countertops. Becky looked at him questioningly.
"Okay," said Brian, patting the butcher block, "hop up here for me."
"What?" asked Becky in disbelief. "Brian!" she cried, half-giggling. "This is kind of kinky…screwing in the kitchen."
"Oh, I’m not sure we’re going to screw here," he told her. "But I had a great idea while I was washing the vegetables."
Becky looked at the sink full of produce and then back at Brian, hesitating. "Please, baby…" he whispered softly, "play this game with me." He walked over and put his arms around her waist, pulling her against him, reigniting the fire he’d already started.
Becky knew how Brian occasionally loved to play little games. Her legs quivered as she remembered how they’d played doctor last month. Her body shook for what seemed like hours with orgasms his ‘examination’ had wrought.
"All right, Bri," Becky said, "count me in."
She hopped up on the butcher’s block as he held it steady. He bent and pulled a thick dish towel out of the drawer and folded to put under her head, which would rest on the tile counter. Brian smiled, noticing that his vision had been accurate. It was just the right distance from one counter to the other to cause her to bend her knees. He rubbed one hand over her tummy and breasts as he slid the other one between her legs, making sure that she was comfortable before he began.
"I was thinking about what a lovely centerpiece you’d make for the Thanksgiving table tomorrow, Bec." His words soothed her body as he stroked her. "I thought maybe we could decorate you tonight."
Becky giggled as she envisioned Brian’s family staring at her naked and adorned with vegetables in the middle of the table on Thanksgiving Day. Brian turned to the counter, picked up a spaghetti squash and looked at her body as if it were a blank canvas. He pulled out a cutting board and sliced the squash in half, then scooped out the seeds and cut small holes in the middle of each. "Let’s see how this looks," he said, laying the halves over her breasts.
"Ohhh," Becky squealed from the cold sensation. The squash was just deep enough so that her nipples poked out from the holes in the middle.
"Perfect," Brian said, bending and licking her nipples until they stood hard against his tongue. He turned back to the sink and retrieved a single stalk of raw asparagus. Drops of water still clung to the tip as he held it up over her.
"Hmmmm-what could I do with this?" He stroked it slowly over her nipples and slid it over her belly as she fought against the tickling sensation. Instinctively, Becky spread her legs farther as the spear traveled over her soft ruft of hair and down between her wet lips. It slipped into the darkness of her love canal and tickled her before Brian slid it back out slowly, running the tip over Becky’s sensitive clit.
"Too small, I think" he said, laying the asparagus back in the sink. His expression was so serious—as if he actually were creating a sculpture in his mind. He picked up a large carrot and held it to his nose, taking a deep whiff.
"I’ve always loved the smell of fresh carrots," he said, turning back toward Becky. She watched as he moved it between her legs and slid it around in her dripping juices. A gasp escaped her lips and he pressed it deep inside her. The carrot wasn’t quite as large as Brian’s big cock, but the hard, thick, cool sensation awoke every nerve.
"Mmmm, that fits in there kind of nice," he said. "Don’t you think?" He moved it in and out slowly, and Becky closed her eyes as it moved into the farthest reaches of her pussy. She couldn’t believe how great it felt.
"Oooh, yes," she whispered as he pumped the carrot in and out of her a few more times—then returned it to the sink.
When he turned back, Brian had a small, yellow crooked-neck squash in his hand. Becky watched as he held it above her and examined it, stroking the small knob on the end. "I like the way this tapers down to a little nub, don’t you?"
Becky grinned as he opened the cupboard, pulled out a container of olive oil and dipped the end of the squash inside. The oil dripped from the vegetable as he moved back to her, rubbing it over her anus. She rocked her hips and moaned for more until, slowly, he pressed it just barely inside her.
"Oh, Brian! Don’t stop," she cried. "That feels incredible."
He moved it in a gentle in-and-out motion, stroking her breasts and stomach with his other hand.
"How are we doing so far?" asked Brian leaning down to kiss her lips.
"I’m thinking about becoming a vegetarian," Becky said, grinning up at him.
He chuckled as he turned back to the sink in search of another garden delight. He leaned against the sink and surveyed his works thus far. "Hmmmm—it needs something else." He turned around and pulled out a long zucchini. She watched as his eyes went from her mouth to her pussy, as if he couldn’t decide where it should go. "What do you want me to do with it?" Becky asked him, looking up at the long, green vegetable.
"Just open your mouth."
Becky obeyed, and Brian lowered the zucchini until she sucked it into her mouth. "Very nice," he said, praising her technique. "Suck it for me." He steadied it between her lips as she pretended to lick it like a cock, tongue glazing the tip, then taking it deep into her throat. Brian retrieved the carrot and squash, inserting each into one of her drenched openings, driving her wild while she sucked. Becky reached over and slipped her and inside his sweatpants, stoking his hard cock.
"This is even better than I imagined," he murmured. "Wait," he added, turning and opening a bag of raw cranberries. "I think we need just a little more adornment." Slowly, he trickled the berries over her tummy, filling up her belly button, crowning her mound of hair.
"Perfect!" he said, standing back and looking at her. "Good enough eat!" He moved the table slightly and crawled between her legs, leaning close to get a whiff of her scent. "Mmmm, two of my favorite things to smell," he said, taking a bite of the carrot that was sticking out of her pussy. Becky jumped from both the sensation and sound, and he nuzzled her with his nose while he chewed. Another bite, this time closer to her lips, causing her to whimper. He licked her sweet juices to wash down the carrot as she clutched the sides of the butcher’s block with her hands.
When he slide the last bite of carrot from her opening, he growled, sending a lusty vibration through her loins. A tiny yelp echoed in the kitchen as Becky tried to bolt upright. Brian grabbed her hips to steady her, and licked her slowly from bottom to top, giving her aching pussy some relief.
"Yes!" she moaned.
Brian loved building her need up like this, knowing that when he finally let her come she would remember it for months. He moved one hand down to the squash still lodged inside her and pressed on it as he began his final descent. He synchronized his tongue with the pressure on the squash and her legs tensed up. Her breathing was rapid, telling him that she was very close. He’d found the spot that was going to give her release, and didn’t move until the zucchini flew from her mouth as she began to scream and shake. Over and over, she convulsed with ecstasy, grabbing his head, begging him to stop.
Brian maneuvered out from between her legs and moved to her side, kissing and stroking her gently as her body twitched and squirmed from her orgasm. "You make a beautiful cornucopia," he said. "I’ll always picture you like this when I sit down to my Thanksgiving Day meal."
Becky laughed at him with dreamy eyes, seeing his hard cock jutting out of his sweatpants. "If you think about it too hard you won’t be able to sit down at the table."
Both giggled as he removed the assortment of vegetables from her body. "Come on," Becky said, taking Brian’s hand and heading toward the bedroom. "I feel like giving thanks tonight."
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